Snippet #1717667

Madeline stepped lightly into the elevator, noting warily that there were already people inside. She hid a frown. People in an elevator always made it slightly awkward. She hesitated for a split second before slipping around a guy and standing in a corner, next to a pregnant lady who looked as though she could be around Maddie's own age. The other corner was occupied by a shadowy, frail-looking dark boy.

As she stood - wishing for not the first time someone would invent an elevator with chairs - Madeline took in the appearance of the elevator. It was rather large, which was nice. Large... but still had five other people. She let her hand rest on top of her carry-on, a shoulder-hung bag. It wasn't as though she was distrustful of anyone, it's just... Well, she didn't much care for being pick pocketed.

Her eyes turned upward, taking in the lights and the ceiling. It was very plain. Not one of the best elevators she'd ever seen, no. But it was an airport elevator - was there really anything else to be expected?

Suddenly the elevator gave a shudder, and her intake of breath was much louder than what pleased her. The lights flashed, flickering, before ending on a sort of half-light. The shaking had increased before it decreased, and that had slammed her against the corner. The rail protruded harshly into her hip. There was definitely going to be a bruise.

When everything stopped, Maddie forced herself to remain standing. Cautiously, she met gazes with the harried-looking blond guy, unable to stop a small smile on her lips when she saw, actually saw, the colors of his eyes. Her eyes projected her thoughts - without speaking her query, she seemed to ask, with a tilt of her head, if he was okay.

At least, she hoped so. Maddie didn't know if she'd be able to collect her thoughts completely on time to make conversation, not when she was dealing with the pain from the impact.

No backing out. Her subconscious smile spread a little as she pondered that. Literally.